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vrse - don't quit your day job lyrics
hook:
when i get this money
ima black out
now i got the paycheck
i got the pack now
don’t make me act out
don’t make me act out
don’t make me act out
don’t make me act out
if my license not suspended
i’m bout to back out
now i got the women
they got they -ss out
don’t make me act out
don’t make me act out
don’t make me act out
don’t make me act out
verse 1:
don’t make me p-ss out
-ss whoopings like hats clown
quarter tank of gas, ow
but i’m in the club
carpe diem in my dior denim
she wipe me down with the wifey style
strapped up like girbaud jeans
she sucking on me like she lipozene
i’m a fiend
like a lycan gotta do it doggystyle
i’m a foul
being when i go and act up
i roll the dice like it’s cr-ps umm
then i turn the track into some crack or sum
bug a boo like you brak bruh
you green with the envy in a frenzy
looking at me like i’m sp-ce ghost
coasting like a young fiasco
you always with them holiday no cl-ss hoes
they swimming to you like some tadpoles
and you swimming back with your sack jack
don’t quit your day job go support that
don’t quit your day job go support that
verse 2:
i get flip like spatula
these jokers suckas man they look like dracula
word to mother brother i got the vernacular
not from green bay but i’m backpacking
packing the cone full of cheese and my pockets havarti
you look like swiss from the 12-gauge shotty
my bank like provolone so leave the pro alone
the gr-ss ain’t greener unless the cheddar is better
now let’s be clear; clear as the weather
i’m dancing on your plans in my huxtable
sweater
and with my pen, g-u-i-n
did you get that man?
ain’t i tuxedo clever?
got pull like levers, ideas i got a plethora
you tried to play boy, but i’m hugh hefner
so you can be my b-tch like carmen electra
on def jam vendetta but you more like shaniqua
i get hot like beakers, my temperature peaking
your pulse get irregular that’s my presence you feeling
get your hands to the ceiling
while i jump off the roof
into a 2-door coupe
…she say her name ruth
i ask her if she ever boned to ‘gimme the loot’
she said i don’t know man…
…i kick her out the vip in a heartbeat
she tryna start b
she a vegan but she swear she wanna start beef
i’m tryna get the double d like it’s ed and eddy
i had to break her jaw with the slow and steady
wins the race like hawkman i swing that mace
i got my pace
picante i sauce my ways
and highlight when i make my plays
like a cousin come to make his plate
at the barbecue
i don’t f-ck wit y’all
i just chunk the deuce
but lemme get some cornbread
and some mountain dew
pour it out for y’all boys cause i know y’all through
(i know y’all through)
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